Besides my scabby knees, there was one other casualty on our Ugandan trip. Adrian, the one-eyed cat rescued from the streets of Kampala by our host, went missing from the compound after being spooked by a burst water pipe, never to be seen again. He shall be missed by all…
Saw the Kasubi Tombs, where Bugandan kings are buried and descendants of their concubines still hang out!
An hour-long massage in Kampala cost me only $15 CAD, without the happy ending. And no, I didn’t get the happy ending!
At a packed dance club in Kampala with a bunch of other muzungus (pasty white folks)… The locals here hate us, & rightfully so!
… Or moped taxi. Took one in Jinja to see the source of the Nile, then another in Kampala, which almost got me killed!